Consecration Songtext / Lyric

His blistered hands
Clenching splinters of the working class
Inflamed by humble servitude Infected by a simple doctrine
For he plows
The drought stricken fields resurrecting the grains for consecration
He is the hollowed shell of a man

Siphoned of blood
For the body of Christ
Dying vicariously
Through the worship of vice

Infected by a simple doctrine
Siphoned of blood he stands forever in the shadow
Of consecration

Siphoned of blood, a hollow shell
Dying vicariously
He stands forever